On his way to a client meeting, Ira noticed a little brown and white puppy walking on the side of the street. He pulled over to see if it had tags, but on approach, the puppy scurried off.
Later that day, the same puppy was sitting with Michael and a bowl of water, "Looks like we have a house guest," Ira smiled. "Did it have any tags?" "None." "We should put up some posters and call the shelter to see if he's lost." "You mean if 'she' is lost."
Over the next two weeks, no one claimed her, so Ira named her Sheana. It wasn't long before their whole world revolved around their four legged daughter.
On several visits to see Rebecca, the guys brought Sheana who loved to give kisses to her Grandmother. The visits were great and always the high point of their Mom's day. She would gently pet her visitor laying next to for hours. Sheana was content to relax with Rebecca for as long as the visit lasted. It was great therapy for everyone, real quality of life.
When Ira was planting a new Hibiscus in the back yard, Sheana was underfoot, So she was placed in the dog run till the project was completed. Later that day when Ira wanted to show Michael his afternoon project, all that was left was a short stalk and two leaves. Ira turned to face Sheana who was actually smiling, she was so pleased with herself for protecting her family from the evil plant. All anyone could do was laugh out loud.
Their life would never be the same.
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